Not Quite by the Book

by Julie Hatcher

“I was raised on Brontë and Austen instead of Dr. Seuss and Judy Blume.

Lost Art of Letter-Writing class, where we get back to the pretexting, preinternet, and pre-instant-messaging times of ole and actually write our thoughts on paper to communicate with others.”

But the right kind of love, that sort that comes from all that is good in oneself and based on true respect for their partner, will lift you to new heights of confidence, strength, and wisdom.”

Sometimes people find themselves in love with someone who doesn’t return their affections, but that does not invalidate the feeling, because it is always beautiful to love.

Emily had focused on flowers. Her family somehow managed to raise grapes and corn in the rough New England weather, but her beds were filled with annuals, perennials, and bulbs.

She’d thrived in solitude. I was sure I’d perish.

She believed that those we love never truly die.

She's reffering to Emily Dickinson

They live on in us and in our hearts. In that way, our love gave them immortality.

“I might be happiest surrounded by books.”

I’d purchased everything needed for the art of embroidery.

Floriography: The Secret Language of Flowers.

A little searching in Floriography: The Secret Language of Flowers revealed honeysuckle and daisies to represent admiration and affection,

The tree that bends grows strong.”